Erotic Storeis Novels & Stories

"You don't need to be embarrassed. Come on! Who doesn't like fun sex? There is one just three shops down and then you take a left. You can't miss it.” I thanked her and hurried down. “One shop, two, three and left…oh my God!” I was dumbstruck as I stood in front of a store. The neon lighys burned bright and the sales attendants were all walking around in skimpy sexy lingerie with fishnets and heels. Some even had head bands with furry cat or puppy ears. “KinkyFucks. That's one way to name a store. Alright, Enora. Deep breath." I tried to calm myself and went into the store. For a sex shop, it smelled strongly of lavender.

Pedro dropped the bombshell. Eros looked at them in confusion. "What whore?" As long as he was concerned he doesn't keep the faces of the women who pleasured him. Once it was over, he wipes them off his memory. "You know that one you were banging while we were on call? Here, this is her picture." Javier slid his phone over to Eros who picked up the phone and looked at the picture of a smiling lady.

Patricia was acting strange as the baby bump grew and Rita just told him she was going to report him to the police. Eric had a twisted expression on his face as he took out a small phone and dialed a number that he hadn’t called in years. “You remembered me today son?” A deep voice came through the phone’s speaker. Eric clenched his hand tightly around the phone and said, “Yes. I have merchandise for you.” “Hahahaha.. is it good?” The deep voice asked. “Not good but perfect. The kind you never find on the streets.” “Wonderful.. hahaha I can’t wait to have the merchandise. Do send me a picture so that I can see if she’s worthwhile.”

she whispered, her eyes wide as she ogled the package in her hands. “For your pleasure, my lady.” He stole a kiss and selected several things he figured she’d enjoy. He handed them to her in quick succession. Her arms were overflowing with dildos and vibrators, butt plugs and clit stimulators within minutes. “We better get lots of batteries,” he told her. She blushed a shade deeper and then busted out laughing, dropping several packages in the process. “They have costumes,” she said, nodding toward the back of the store. Eric dropped off a load of purchases on the counter. If the clerk was surprised, she didn’t show it. “Is there anything I can help you two find?” she asked.

In fact, it fucking increases it over ten fucking fold. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shift, uncomfortably outside the store, trying to hide my obvious budge in my sleek pants. I know anybody can fucking tell that I'm sporting a hard on erection right now and standing outside an adult store? What the hell does that even say? Someone is bound to call me a damn perverted young man for gawking and publicly showing of my hard on. “Hey, Alex!” Emily chirps, loudly, from inside the pink store and waves to me and I go red, everywhere, again. Jesus christ! Can a man at least get some heads up with these things before hand or something?

"Pink Pussycat. Really, Emma? What does it look like to you?" I looked at the store again, my cheeks burning. Several sizes of dildos and handcuffs were hanging in the window. It sat in a dark alleyway, looking exactly like what you’d expect an adult toy store to be like. My brain stalled. "W... what are we doing here?" "You said you wanted to get them a whip and a high-voltage vibrator, didn't you?" he asked, leaning back in his seat. “I... I didn’t mean it! I was kidding.”

A mind-shattering orgasm claimed Jace as thick white ropes of cum shot out rope after rope, coating his belly until his balls were emptied. Just then, Toussaint climaxed too but into the condom he’d somehow managed to fit on his gigantic cock. Toussaint lowered himself and licked the cum off Jace’s belly, and then kissed him again. They both maintained that position for a while, his cock softening in Jace until he rolled off him. He pulled Jace into his arms, gently kissing his nape and skin.

I think about my longest 'relationship', with my wife Julie (in the future I destroyed) and in all of our years together, I only ate her out like once. Wait. Do I even like pussy? Yes... right? Of course I do. Of course. "I could eat Dolly's pussy for hours. Or any pussy," Eros says, making me snap out of my thoughts. I don't like how dreamy he sounds right now, "Girls turn me on so much. Feminine girls, short skirts, boobs, I love it. Do you like big boobs? Like, huge? Over the top huge?" "No," I make a face, not liking the visual, "Not because I'm gay! Only because I like small boobs. I don't like them when they're... soft."

I turned, walking towards the back of the shop, towards the door that led to our living quarters, keeping the men in my peripheral vision. "Eric," I called out, pushing the door open slightly. "Three rogues are here looking for you. They claim you ordered something from them." My husband was sitting behind his laptop, engrossed in what looked like a spreadsheet, undoubtedly searching for new inventory for our store. Erico was constantly looking to expand, but I knew we didn't have nearly enough funds for his ambitious plans. "Ahh, yes," he muttered, sounding distracted, before rising to his feet.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”